"Remember, should anything like this happen again, think of your woman first, don't rashly throw your life away for a momentary impulse," Tang Ying saw that he seemed to have some different thoughts, she worried and wanted to wake him up.
Zhang Ziwen shook his head and said, "It wasn't a rash impulse, I wouldn't allow this to happen to you. I don't regret what I did. As long as you are not harmed, even if it costs me my life, it's worth it. I believe they would understand."
"...you... you are not allowed to... if you lose your life for me, I… I won't be grateful to you… If something happens to you... do you think I can go on living? You're wrong...you're wrong..." Tang Ying's mind was a bit in chaos, she didn't know how to describe her feelings—shocked and trembling, his words disturbed her calm heart. Was it worth it? Why? He would rather lose his life than allow her to be hurt. Why would he do such a thing?
